I pulled the collar of my coat around my neck and once again counted our luggage. I glanced around at the street before us and notice the grey like lead of this early morning in Rome. A sleepy sun still hiding under blankets of clouds while we waited for our taxi to come take us to the airport. Time to go home. My husband stood by me chatting with the other couple who would join us going to the airport. The man, a retired chemist and his wife a homemaker, both from the mid-

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